We like nonsense rhymes precisely because they make no sense. They allow the rhymer lee-way to exercise (in this case) his wit. They allow listeners to hold their breath in anticipation of the next amusing thing. The first few lines of Edward Lear's The Owl and the Pussy Cat are a case in point: The Owl... Continue Reading →
Ten minute interlude
You probably think I am being lazy, or have lost interest. Perhaps you think I have simply run out of steam? Conversely, you may think that I am overworked. You might think I have gone on holiday to a wild, remote place. What a lovely sense of humour you have! No, none of the above.... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 